Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Hashim,
the Slits,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.